Page 50 of 40 and (So Over) Fixing It
He jerked. Another muttered curse had her grinning.
“Think you’re pretty hot stuff, huh?” he asked, voice hoarse.
She arched a brow. “Oh, I know I am.”
He groaned as an aftershock shot through him. “You’d be right.”
She slowly stood up between his legs, casually letting those tight nipples brush against his skin. Carter released her hair and ran his fingers through the wetness on her skin, rubbing it in. Marking her. When it was all dry, he went for the clasp of her bra behind her back. It popped open with a flick of his fingers.
“You’ve got some moves of your own,” Erin said, appreciation in her smile.
“You bet I do. Wanna see?”
Before she could answer, he had her nipple in his mouth, drawing on her just like she’d drawn on him. Hands firm at her back, keeping her close, he nibbled and sucked and bit, driving her into a frenzy as he switched from breast to breast, taking as much as giving. He’d always been a breast man, although Erin’s ass and legs and pussy definitely got him going. But here, with her areola bright pink from his mouth and her nipple a hard little point against his tongue—he knew he could stay here all night.
“Carter,” Erin hissed. “Please.”
Reluctantly he withdrew. Stripping her tight jeans and lacy panties took no more than a minute, and then he was laying her out on the covers, baring her body to him in a way they hadn’t managed to get to before. A huff of breath left him. “Damn, Erin.” His fingers weren’t quite steady as he traced up one long, long leg, across her flat stomach to her ribs, around one round breast to the tip, then up her neck. He gripped her chin in his hand and moved over her on his hands and knees. “You’re a beautiful woman.”
She moved restlessly beneath him, giving away her need.
He nipped her chin, traced back down her body, and took her mouth as he dipped his fingers inside her.
Erin bucked, her lips opening on a gasp. “Carter!”
“Shhh,” he breathed. The invasion was gentle, slow, and he mimicked it with his tongue, taking her kiss, delving inside, exploring, feeling his way. She was dripping wet between trembling legs, her pelvis arching to urge him deeper, but he made her wait, made her endure the rising need as he played to his heart’s content. Only when her nails were digging into his shoulders and she was raggedly whispering his name into his mouth with every thrust did he scoot down her body, take her pretty little clit between his lips, and suck her hard as the quick driving of his fingers brought her to completion.
Erin strained up, her body bowing as the sensations overtook her. Long seconds later she flopped back to the mattress, her breath heaving. Sweat glistened on her skin, and her breasts shook, tempting him again. He sat back on his feet and palmed her mound, allowing the pressure to bring her back to earth.
But he wasn’t done.
As Erin rested, eyes closed, he took her hands and brought them to her breasts. Her eyes popped open.
“Play with them for me.”
He waited, wondering if she would do it, praying she would follow where he led. Her nipples had softened with her orgasm, probably still sensitive, but Erin flattened her palms and began rubbing them gently, slowly bringing them back awake. He watched as he gripped her legs beneath her knees and raised them up and out, allowing him to scoot his body right up against hers.
Erin gasped when she felt his hardened cock at her core. Her hands clenched mounds of sweet flesh.
“Easy,” he breathed. Angling his shaft, he centered himself and began a firm push into her body. “Easy.”
But Erin didn’t struggle away; instead she widened her legs farther, opening herself completely to his invasion. The feel of her, bare and wet, a tight clasp surrounding his cock, had his eyes rolling back in his head.
“So good, Erin.” He bottomed out, then held himself still, giving her time to adjust. “You feel so damn good.”
She moaned, arched her body up his bent legs to push him deeper into her. “So do you.”
His erection thumped inside her.
Erin grasped her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. As he watched, fascinated, she began to pinch and pull, far harder than he would have dared. He caught the rhythm, beginning with tiny pushes to open her back up, then slightly harder thrusts. His fingers got busy between her legs, tracing her open lips, the place where his body entered hers, the shy clit back under its hood. Slowly he coaxed it out with tiny circles of a wet fingertip. Erin’s breath picked up, her body mimicking his in-and-out motion, making it more forceful, driving herself onto him and forcing both of their needs higher. Watching her spread out for him, her body bare, her face alight with a desire that had him thrusting even harder inside her, was…incredible. It was the only word that came to him. She was incredible.
And to think he’d almost lost the chance at this by being a stubborn jackass.
The thought brought a groan to his lips. He leaned forward onto his knuckles, pushing hard, thankful this bed had no headboard or he’d be alerting the whole house to the driving depths of his need as he slammed hard against her. The move caught her clit between them, and Erin gasped his name. Tiny spasms clamped down on his cock. Pulling one hand away, he leaned even farther and took a nipple between his lips.
One suck was all it took.
Erin clamped her free hand over her mouth to stifle the wail that left her as she plunged over the edge. The hard pulses took him with her. He couldn’t slow, couldn’t stop, could only force himself tighter and tighter against her as both of them lost themselves in the oblivion only the other could provide.
